This is one of the most recent poems I have written
I actually got it published which made me happy

Almost Lost by Matthew Smith

Once again I have plunged into despair.
In this dank and festering year,
The realization has finally come to pass.
A feeling like this, so rare,
Just the same I fear
Knowing that it won't be the last.

Jovial plans have all been traded
What remains lays faded
What was found, tattered
Does it even matter?

My heart once in charge,
Now shriveled and cold.
The brain remains,
The keeper of this new ill fate,
It holds my stories, may they be untold:
The ecstasy, the lament, the hate, the pains.

Should logic prevail and love fail?

I am captivated by this mystic trance.

I sit here now; hoping it will all be fine
With my memories I dine